Riddle Heights the suspects

She's calling for @Greer but open to one other as well. note to self: leaving some things vague regarding danica

She didn't want to go crawling back to her mother and siblings, but she sure didn't want to keep doing this loner thing. It was a waste of her time as far as she was concerned. Things were a bit rough and while Tilly wasn't looking for some cushioned lifestyle, she didn't understand putting herself through this if there were better options.

With that in mind she headed back south, following along the mountainside. She knew she had family all over the south but she was heading to one dark Archer in particular. Uncle Greer. He had seemed kind enough despite a few odd things. She saw no reason for him to deny her a place. The icy Archer-Lyall was willing to work just as much as any other wolf. Even if her methods weren't always traditional.

It took a bit of time but she eventually found the place. She briefly debated the idea before settling on it. She was here and there was no point in turning back. Her dark head tipped back to release out a call for the silver-eyed Archer. When the call was over she settled down onto her rear, obviously a bit tired from the trip.

Visitors were hard to greet with openness these days – there was what happened to Revon. Wendigo. That strange man from the Draw. Spring breeding season was coming to a close, however, and Kyna could only hope this meant that peace would fall again. That they’d be able to get back to pack duties, handling the small hoard of mountain wolves. Figure out what was going on with Treyah, figure out where things with her mother stood. So much to do, so little time.

The red wolf appeared at the borders, tail held high as she eyed the newcomer. Too young to even smell like heat. “Greer will be along. I am Kyna Archer.”

His mate.

A wild dissertation appears!

Now that Revon was home it felt as though a massive weight had been lifted from the shadow’s shoulders. Like he could actually breathe once more. He had spent too long away from both his pack and his mate—much longer than he had anticipated. For the first time in his life Greer had no intentions of descending from the mountain and venturing into the neighbouring territories. He knew he needed to pay his younger sister a visit—especially after what Elias had told him—but that could wait. The shadow wanted everything to return to normal first. Or as normal as it could get.

He did not hesitate to answer the call, his long legs maneuvering over the rugged terrain with ease. His mate, however, had been quicker than him. She had already greeted the silver-dusted Archer, her posture dripping with dominance. He sidled up beside her, his mercury gaze fixated on his niece. Tilly, he greeted, his brows pinched tight with concern. His older sister’s scent was absent from her pelt; had she not settled with Morganna in the Scowle? Here why? He asked, getting straight to the point. If Morganna had not sent the girl why had she climbed the mountain? Surely it wasn’t just for a visit with her uncle…